Here I stand, a boy of an hour.
Learning the past, and writing the future.
It is for I to learn what the world does not.
And for I to leave what the world doth want.
Here I stand, a boy of an hour.

Here we stand, a generation to cower.
Following one, who follows the other.
Like sheep in the pasture, one after another.
On this path, we are pulled down under.
Forever spiraling strait toward the fire.
Here we stand, a generation to cower.

Here I stand, a man of an hour.
To contemplate the sorrow, surrounded by

Laughter.
To break away? Or to follow the crowd?
Forever spiraling engulfed by the shroud.
I make the decision to break away.
To fill my life with pride and joy.
To alleviate the rest, and follow the Shepherd.
This is my choice, This is His power.
Here I stand, THE man of THIS hour.